sab [for otterpup, as she well knows]

and since i've always like them
i am the girl at the prow of my ship
steering anywhere
she wants it to go
carved wooden curls
and i painted the smile

and my wings stretch back
down the hull
and the sails make that snapping sound
as i turn and change and change again
breakneck changes
from a painted wooden girl
free out on the open ocean of pure liquid choice
what's it to you?
who go